So here is the first part of my story. A bit of a experiment, just to see if anybody likes it or if my english is tolerable.

Enjoy~

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PROLOGUE

Was this the end? The world was in flames. Sky could not be seen through all the smoke. Silence couldnt exist in all of the sound coming from fear and pain filled screams of the damned, nor because of the continuos bark of bolter fire.

CLICK-CRANK-SWOOSH-CHUNK-BOOM.

He was getting tired of that noice. The sound of a finger squeezing the trigger, followed by the bark of flame as the weapon ejected its deadly payload. Mass reactive bolt flew through the air, before making contact with armour. Designed to first drive into the armour, the bolt made its way through all of the protection which a mesh armour could provide, making contact with the flesh, before detonating with the brightness of a sun. The resulting blast resulted to an red mist of blood and a gaping hole where the bolt had made contact. Death. Such a simple move. It never failed to amaze him how easily he could decide between life and death.

He was a god of battle. An angel wrought in the fires of hell and blessed with the divine touch of a god. Aureus Ignis. That was his name. Not a name given to him by his long gone parents, but a name blessed to him by the great lord Clades. A creature of majesty, a dragon. He knew, or at least had knew, that he was destined to be like him.

But now such a belief felt faint. He looked around the devastation, his advanced sighting not able to penetrate the black smoke. He could see silhouttes moving in at him. In a split second he raised and aimed with his bolter, squeezing the trigger through instinct alone and sending a hail of mass reactive bolts at them. He didnt know if he had hit anyone, but smiled with glee as one of the figures stumbled and fell out from the smoke in front of him. Aureus snarled at the when seeing the figure, exposing his perfectly aligned teeth, with the difference of being sharp as beasts fangs. The body had a hole the size of a clenched fist blow right right through it. It was covered in blood and innards, but Aureus spat on it for knowing what it was. An despisible wretch, following a god of murder and false promises.

Aureus looked off from it and charged into the smoke. His leg had been mangled by sharpnel, but he ignored it, only hearing the blood rushing through his veins and rage bulding up in him. He unleashed an primal roar as he leapt and landed on man bearing the same look as the one he had killed earlier. He hit the poor wretches head with his fists several times, not caring that the man had been dead right at the same time as it had tumbled to the ground and having its chest curshed by his greater weight and momentum. Aureus’es only desired to kill everything that was in sight, to exterminate all the wrongness that plaqued the galaxy. His reasoning had gone, with his sense of survival. All that mattered was the kill.

As his fist started hitting the ground where the wretches head had been, he heared a familiar click and looked up. He was staring at an barrel of an bolter and looking further up he would see his arch enemies eyes, staring right down at him. A angel like him, but twisted beoynd recognition. A former brother. A traitor. A demon. He felt revulsion at the sight, but then a feeling that could only be described as fear. The though of being killed. Being put down like a pitiful animal. But he knew that cowardism didnt have place in his heart, so he steeled himself for the incoming end. The finger squeezed at the hateful weapons trigger and Aureus could hear the mechanism loading and igniting the charge with in. His world was filled with violent, bright light and then an eternity of darkness. Was this the end?

(To be continued…)